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[puckpocketed]

prey animal-coded because more than one person has come to my ask box/dms to give me propaganda on their fav team/player . u all know now that i’m a soft-shelled crab of a guy when it comes to resisting narratives and vibes. my immunity to becoming endeared is like that of a wet paper bag . i am a sick and wounded beast and everyone smells the blood !!!!

[honey-crypt]

okay, Elliott x farmer where that man goes with Leah to the band concert w/ sam and the rest and is SOO so surprised to see his partner there, on the STAGE. He would fall even more in love if he heard his partner sing too...

Aftermath of the concert?? he definitely is all over them after that LMAO

(Sam's 8 heart event but we make it about Elliott)

a/n: a new addition to the ongoing @fuerrziah / @honey-crypt elliott-verse haha it takes place about a month after the drunk singing elliott fic :3 enjoy! (btw the song featured is something i wrote a year or so ago)

word count: 2k

warning: horny elliott & general nsfw so minors dni (i also traumatize leah)

summary: goblin destroyer is debuting tonight and elliott can’t find you anywhere! worried that you’re missing the show, he attempts to get touch with you when he gets a shock of a lifetime, as you enter the stage as the singer.

★ ballad of scylla - elliott x farmer ★

The bus ride to ZuZu City was filled with excited chatter and anxious anticipation, as the Pelican Town attendees eagerly awaited the arrival to Sam and his band’s show. Elliott, on the other hand, was unfocused on the outside world, notebook in hand and chewing absentmindedly on his pen.

“Something wrong, lover boy?” his best friend Leah jested to him. Elliott looked up and promptly removed his slobber-coated pen from his mouth, “Oh, apologies. I was lost in thought.”

Leah let out a low hum and questioned the writer, “I don’t see (Y/N) here. Did they get caught up in farm work and miss the bus?”

Elliott frowned and resumed chewing on his pen, “Unfortunately, I believe that to be the case,” he answered, words muffled by the pen, “Sam and the others don’t seem too upset by it, at least. Perhaps, they’ll be joining us at a later time.”

“I hope so,” the artist leaned her head against the window. Outside, the countryside slowly morphed into the urban scene with trees and flowers replaced by bright lights and glamourous storefronts. Elliott took the pen out of his mouth and scribbled down a few words in his notebook.

Pelican. Does anything rhyme with pelican? he tapped the pen against his knuckles, No… nothing rhymes with pelican- Oh! Farm! Farm rhymes with charm! the writer quickly jotted those rhymes down. His first month anniversary with Pelican Town’s dearest farmer was approaching and like the romantic creative he was, Elliott was hellbent on writing (Y/N) a poem as their anniversary gift.

“Elliott… oh, Earth to Elliott…” a finger snap coaxed him out of his writing focus, “We’re here,” informed Leah, ruffling up Elliott’s well maintained side-part. He let out a huff of annoyance and fixed up his hair, “Why must you ruin my hair, Leah? You know it takes me at least an hour to get it this nice.”

“‘Cuz I find it funny how anal you get about it,” his friend snickered. Elliott rolled his eyes, his friendship with Leah often overlapped with that of a sibling dynamic with the both of two teasing one another. Nonetheless, Leah was right, they did arrive at the outside concert hall in ZuZu City. Elliott hastily collected his belongings and exited the bus with Leah, making sure to thank Pam for driving everyone here.

For an outdoor concert hall, the space was surprisingly packed, as various attendees milled about the greenery and awaited for the show to start. Elliott attempted to use his height to his advantage, scouting the area for any sign of his beloved farmer. Yoba, no luck. Elliott frowned to himself, as he and Leah searched for a good spot to watch the show, Where are you, (Y/N)? I hope you’re alright.

Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail took to the stage, the three band members working with the event crew to set up their instruments and sound equipment. Elliott admired their tenacity; To perform your hard creative work in front of a crowd was always an artist’s greatest challenge. He periodically got updates from you and Sam about the band’s progress, mainly you because he didn’t spend as much time with Sam as he did with you.

“Hello!” the whining of electronic feedback and interference echoed throughout the concert hall, “Oh, jeez,” Sam tapped the microphone a few times, “Can everybody hear me?”

Many onlookers in the crowd shouted affirmations and Sam grinned, “Awesome! Well, hey everybody, welcome to the show! My name’s Sam and I’m playing guitar tonight,” he pointed to each of his band members, “We got Sebastian on keys and Abigail on drums. Together, we make… Goblin Destroyer!” a few people cheered at the name, “Tonight, we’ll be performing our debut song Ballad of Scylla, but before we do that, I just wanna shout out the person who gave me the push to actually put forth action and effort into making this reality.”

Elliott sensed approaching footsteps next to him, as a familiar figure walked upstage with Sam, “My friend (Y/N)!” you embraced Sam in a side hug, your body on full display under the stage lights. The writer gawked at your outfit; your black skull crop top left your stomach exposed and arms muscles highlighted, paired together with black bell bottom jeans hugging your hips and your worn out combat boots giving you an extra inch or so of height. Oh no, they’re HOT, so so so hot… he thought to himself, his thoughts and language rather crude.

Sam passed the microphone to you and got in position with the rest of Goblin Destroyer. You attached the microphone back on the stand and looked before the crowd, your eyes landing on Elliott and giving him a wink.

His heart fluttered with anticipation, excitement, and a dash of lust. He focused his attention on your lips, hearing a familiar ‘One! Two! Three!’ followed by a collection of loud layered beats and chords. You launched into song, grasping the microphone stand and belting out the most beautiful singing Elliott ever bore witness to.

“Waves crashing against the shore,” you sang, “The warring ships echo a roar! Through the eye of the storm, I emerge and with a battle cry, the ships submerge!” Leah pumped her fist in the air and cheered alongside the crowd of adoring fans.

“The turbulent sea drowns the crew! Lungs filled with salt water, faces just as blue!” you stared down at Elliott, eyes glowing like the mythological beast in question, “I am Scylla, devourer of treacherous sinners! Their flesh and blood, my dinner!”

Sam launched into a riff, fingers wildly strumming the various strings of his guitar, as Sebastian practically slammed his fists against the keyboard and Abigail smashed the drums. You plucked the microphone off its stand and jumped into the crowd, fans losing their marbles and reaching out to you. Yet, you paid no attention to them, as you snaked your way towards a flabbergasted Elliott.

“A storm in a bottle, a storm in a bottle! Glass threatening to break!” you grabbed him by the tie and yacked him towards you, so close that Elliott could feel your breath against his skin, “Unleash the storm, unleash the storm!”

You released your physical hold on him and climbed back on stage, but you couldn’t get rid of the mental hold you possessed over the poor, helpless man. Elliott could only stare, speechless; the music bumping in his eyes, the people around him dancing wildly, you…. oh, you. You, his beloved. You, his soul. You, his heart. You… Elliott was head over heels in love with you.

“Whirlpools of suffering engulf my being! Consuming my body must felt so freeing! Poseidon takes no mercy on my pain, for the men of sea I have slain!” Elliott hung onto every word that came out your mouth, as memories of the night you two got together flashed before his eyes.

“I was once a creature of beauty and grace! Yet, jealousy led to my home to be lace!” The moans, feeling your hot skin against his own. “The poison bleached my skin and took my eyes! Writhing tendrils of my body let out cries!” Savoring your lips, the aftertaste of alcohol mixed in your spit.

“A storm in a bottle, a storm in a bottle!” Calloused hands digging into your soft waist. “Glass threatening to break!” The delightful whimpers and pleas that your lips recited like a prayer. “Free the storm, free the storm!”

“They call me a monster for who I am!” The way you vacuumed your mouth around his cock, slurping and sucking as if it was a lollipop. “When in reality, I am just a sacrificial lamb!” His canine teeth piercing into your neck and painting it in bruises. “A creature in need of a guiding hand!” The feeling of being inside you, tight and wet with spit and lube. “Against Heracles’ sword, I take my stand!” Elliott! Elliott! Oh, how his name oozed with desperation and need.

“Punished by my creator for my love!” Thrusting into you. “To the pits of Tartarus, I am given a big shove!” Groping at your chest with one hand. “My skin burns like the poison I drank once before!” You sucking and nibbling on the fingers of his unoccupied hand. “The gods of old call for an encore!”

“A storm in a bottle, a storm in a bottle!” Your hole clamping down on his cock. “Glass threatening to break!” Pinning you down with his body weight, his thrusts frantic and sloppy. “Save the storm, save the storm!” Crying out your name, as he coated your hole with sticky seed.

The final guitar riff snapped Elliott back into the real world, as the crowd hollered and applauded at the band for their performance. You remained on stage, sweat running down your forehead and your chest heaving from the workout. Elliott whistled and clapped as loud as he could, “(Y/N)! That’s my (Y/N)!”

The crowd began to disperse while the band and the event crew started packing up the equipment. You sat down on the stage with legs dangling off the side, chugging a water bottle like your life depended on it. Elliott broke away from the crowd and approached the stage, resting his chin on your thigh, “My love,” he greeted you. A smile graced your lips, “Elliott! Did you have fun?”

“Absolutely,” his emerald irises were consumed by his black pupils, “It was a pleasant surprise to see you sing tonight. I was afraid that you missed the event because you weren’t on the bus.”

“I had to take my truck,” you answered, “but, but you know how I felt when you drunkenly serenaded me last month,” you added on before finishing your water. Elliott traced an assortment of shapes against your leg, “I don’t think you realize how much of an impact your little stunt had on me.”

You pulled the bottle from your mouth and wiped off some spilled liquid with the back of your hand, “Oh? What do you mean by that?” your eyes twinkled with playful mischief. Elliott squeezed your other thigh and pressed a few kisses against the thigh he was resting on.

“Allow me to show you.”

…

…

…

bonus:

Leah waited outside the bus, foot tapping against the concrete impatiently. She checked her watch and grumbled to herself, “Where is he?”

“Hey kid, party’s leaving!” hollered Pam from the bus. Leah let out a sigh and replied, “Just give me one second!” before jogging back to the concert hall. She scanned the area for any sign of Elliott and passed by one of the concert hall’s event crew, “Excuse me!” she asked, “Have you seen a redheaded man in a puffy, stuffy outfit nearby?”

“Oh yeah,” the crew member answered while she tided up the stage, “He went towards the parking lot.”

“Thanks!” the artist waved the crew member off and headed off to the concert hall’s parking lot. Leah walked down the rows of cars, looking which one Elliott could be near, when she suddenly heard a moan. She stopped in her tracks and waited, hearing another moan a few seconds later.

Curious, Leah tracked the source of the odd noises and found (Y/N)’s truck close by, “(Y/N)? Ell-” she cut herself short and covered her mouth to hold back a scream at the sight before her: Elliott with his pants down and (Y/N) pinned against the side of their truck. Trying not to get caught, Leah sprinted away and returned to the bus. She took the seat behind Pam and the bus driver kicked the vehicle in high gear, driving away from ZuZu City.

“Kid, you okay?” the bus driver asked.

“I need bleach, eye bleach, right now.”

[bluedalahorse]

Scattered thoughts about the YR faves as we approach season 3

It’s been a busy week, and then the week before that was busy too, so I’ve been reading but not fully weighing in on many of the season 3 questions that have been starting to bubble up on my dash. So I’m posting the thoughts swirling around in my mind about my two favorite characters (Sara and August) just so that my thoughts can exist somewhere other than my own head.

People are starting to discuss the question of Sara and Simon reconciling again, and I think I might have to address that in another post of its own. I spent an entire semester of grad school looking at how characters reconcile in fiction, and obviously I think a lot of it is going down to Simon’s needs and priorities and decisions, so obviously I have Thoughts. (I also have minimal patience for fans who want Sara to crawl over a football field’s worth of broken glass for Simon if that is what Simon doesn’t want himself.)

I feel like one of the questions surrounding August’s character arc are whether there is hope for him to own his actions and change one day, or whether he’s only going to get worse, and never be able to break his cycles of awfulness. Some folks argue that season 2 put that question to rest and that he’s unchangeable. I argue that the question is still in play. The more complex reasons are in my restorative justice post, but I also argue that it would be incredibly strange writing to take one of your show’s most dynamic characters and have his character arc stagnate and go nowhere new in season 3. Now, he could choose to turn over a new leaf in season 3, or he could triple down on his harmful decisions. The point is I think it would have to be another choice, and if he makes the decision to embrace harming others and himself, it would have to be a tragic choice, and not something we can be smug about because we Already Knew He Was Evil. I dunno, there’s this like… sometimes there’s this tendency in other fandoms to gloat and be like “I, Unlike The Other Girls, was not distracted by this broody brunette man’s hotness, and I realized he was bad all along. One hundred points to me for not clamoring for a redemption arc.” And like, yes, it’s fun to laugh at Dude Watchin’ With the Brontës once in a while (I laugh at it!) but I think we also have to acknowledge that fiction is about people growing and changing and we as media enjoyers sometimes become invested in character arcs. It just feels weird to me that fans would gloat about like… the supposed moral superiority of not being invested in a character arc that the show clearly wants us to be invested in.

If August is always going to cause harm and he is unable to change his ways, then he may continue to target Simon with the drugs and the blackmail. But he may also choose to target Sara, especially if he finds out she called the police on him. He has pictures and information he can use against her now, and I feel like that is probably, very likely what the show would do to show us that he is Too Far Gone. Frankly I find that terrifying. What I find even more terrifying is that I know there will be fans (probably those who use anonymous messages on the more public facing blogs) who will say that Sara “deserves it” because she “knew he was bad when she had sex with him.” Like. Can we agree not to do that as a fandom, and call it out when we see it? Because I’m pretty sure that Lisa would not write a storyline like that while cackling and going “haha that bitch Sara got what’s coming to her.” I’m pretty sure if Lisa writes something like that she’ll want us to feel sympathy for Sara too. And I mean, you don’t have to feel sympathy, but using the cloak of anonymity to express open misogynistic malice would be… yikes.

I also think that if the show is making the decision to say that August is always going to cause harm, that he’s never going to escape a cycle of harming himself and others and fall in to patterns of abuse, then we should want to see Sara reconnect with others in season three and find some sort of healing or connection. I guess that doesn’t have to be her finding connections with Simon. It could be! It could also be Felice, or Linda, or Maddie, or anyone. (I’m really hoping Sara will get to connect with Wilhelm.) But there’s good in wanting her to find connections, and for wanting her to know that there is a path forward in life that isn’t total isolation or like, packing herself off to the convent to atone forever. Especially if the message about August is that he’s somehow unable to change and is just that awful. If your view of August is that he’s so monstrous or unforgivable, so caught in dangerous patterns that it was wrong for Sara to get close to him at all, then we need to view Sara’s relationship with him as something that put her in danger, even when she chose a relationship with him at first. And one of the ways you stay out of danger is by having strong connections to other loved ones. Abuse works because the abuser uses isolation as a weapon. Also, presuming the show reaches the verdict that August is an abuser who can’t change—even if August and Sara never talk to one another again, Sara being friendless in other ways just sweeps the path clear for the next abuser to swoop down on her. I hope people would recognize that as a tragedy too.

If, however, the show goes in the direction of like… August takes his first steps toward making better decisions, and gets some therapy or rehab or whatever else, then ultimately his past relationship with Sara might play an indirect role in that, and in helping August see alternatives to his current way of being. I’m not saying the simple act of falling in love redeems someone for wrongs done. It doesn’t! (Young Royals actually does a lot to subvert that as a narrative, which is something I address when I talk about Wilhelm, again in my restorative justice post.) I’m saying Sara was the only damn person on the show in season 2 who told August it would be good for his soul to confess and attempted to support him in that, however imperfectly. Every other teenager who knew what August did (Wilhelm, Felice, Alexander) took it for granted that he wouldn’t confess—and, you know, fair on Wille and Felice’s part, but also Alexander couldn’t have gone to an adult, huh? Every single adult that August talked to about the video (Kristina, Rickard) insisted he keep quiet about it, scared him into it even. It takes more than one person in a community to hold someone accountable for wrongs done, and Hillerska as a community has repeatedly failed that test. I don’t know, I keep looking at that promo picture of August alone in his room and wonder if he’s practicing the breathing exercises Sara taught him. They don’t have to be together again for that to be the case. Maybe the memory of her will be helpful to him in some way.

Ultimately I don’t—at the moment—really care about whether August goes to jail or not. People will interpret this as me saying “I don’t think August should go to jail” and that’s not actually what I’m saying. It’s just that I find the question of whether he’s capable of change or not infinitely more interesting, and the role the system/Hillerska plays in encouraging that change (or not) infinitely more interesting than the question of what the specifics of August’s “punishment” or “consequences” might be. “Consequences” can be him living with the crushing knowledge of how deeply he hurt Wilhelm and Simon and Sara and Felice for the rest of his life, and trying to move forward in a different way from now on knowing he can never undo the past. “Punishment” can be August becoming king but being completely unable to change his ways and connect with other humans and feel any sense of agency in his life. There are multiple ways to address his arc—whether he’s awful or whether he’s willing to atone—that don’t rely on the legal system providing narrative catharsis all by itself, and frankly I’d prefer that it didn’t. (There’s a longer reason why but I feel like I keep linking my restorative justice post.)

To sum up… if these characters’ arcs go in a really tragic direction, I hope people don’t gloat and go “I knew they were terrible all along, unlike those other fans.” And if they go in a more positive directions, I hope we don’t hear the chorus of “they didn’t deserve it!” even if that arc is beautifully, complexly, and compellingly written. (Here are my thoughts on the way fandoms use the word deserve, by the way. It seems I have written about this before and am just becoming a parody of myself at this point.)

[requiem-rose]

So! Thoughts on season 6 (this will be out of order): 

Re: Rayla’s family: the fact Rayla could save two people but knew her mom and dad would rather pass on together than be without each other is both *chef’s kiss* and T.T Plus out of the three elves trapped, the one who was saved was the one who ‘deserves’ it the least…*double chef’s kiss* 

Claudia was so close to changing her ways, it was painful to watch. 

Glad Callum told Rayla about using dark magic again before they got back together. And Rayla is more concerned about how using it hurts him rather than it being the wrong thing to do <3 

Kosmo being able to see possible paths the future can take! That’s kinda linked to my whole ‘multiple realities’ theory! I’ll take it! Also, on that note, Kosmo, buddy, I get not telling Callum the truth before having him all fixed up, but after???? THAT’S KINDA CRUCIAL INFORMATION TO KEEP TO YOURSELF. 

CALLUM’S BIRTH FATHER LORE! A poet named Damian who was chronically ill but in Sarai’s words ‘the strongest man she ever knew.” 

Viren didn’t have to trap K’ppar in a coin to get the staff and save Soren, he only did it after K’ppar threatened his position as High Mage…

No offense, Lissa, but the spell wasn’t actually so horrific (not as horrific as I thought it was gonna be, anyway) If all he needed was your tears, why not just give them? I mean, I suppose she thought with what Viren looked like he did something truly vile and she didn’t want to be complicit, but…

Viren physically manhandled Lissa! And then she left! Can’t blame her, but WHY NOT TAKE YOUR CHILDREN WITH YOU?

I knew Viren blamed Soren for Lissa leaving. Jackass.

Feel like Callum and Rayla won’t be able to keep their promises to each other: Callum won’t be able to choose the ‘greater good’ over Rayla, and Rayla won’t be able to kill Callum if he ends up corrupted—which, let’s be real, he’s going to end up getting corrupted. They wouldn’t have Kosmo drop that warning if it wasn’t going to become relevant later on. 

Rayla is Callum’s deepest truth! Awwwwwww. Interesting how she is both the reason he started ‘walking the path of darkness’ and the reason he was able to get off of it (for now)! Which leads me to hope that if/when Callum becomes corrupted in S7, Rayla will be the one to save him. 

KATOLIS WAS DESTROYED! NOW THAT IS TRULY AN EXAMPLE OF A STORY’S DARKEST HOUR. 

Haha, Sol Regem abandoning his followers was NOT a surprise. Him aiming his ire at Katolis was, though. Was there something he had against that kingdom specifically or was that just the closest human kingdom he could get to before he succumbed to his injuries? 

The prejudice towards humans really irks me. From Karim to Sol Regem to the Startouch elves themselves…

Rayla and Sarai parallel with the behemoth and magma titan!

Rayla singing! RAYLA SINGING! 

Now we know what put Aaravos on his path to villainy but we still don’t know what his endgame is. Like, we get why he wanted Sol Regem to suffer, and why he hates his fellow Startouch Elves, but what does he hope to accomplish? 

Poor Leola…She was just a child and they sentenced her to death. And the way she died was just brutal. And for what? Because she helped out humanity? HOW DOES HUMANITY HAVING MAGIC CREATE CHAOS?  

Leola wasn’t an actual unicorn! It was just a nickname from her father cause of her horn! 

Aaravos truly does not give a shit about the collateral damage his revenge has. 

AARAVOS IS HUGE. Not surprising, in all honesty, but wow. 

The Merciful One wasn’t so merciful after all! Eh, kind of expected that. 

Claudia freed Aaravos! So…how is Callum going to play right into Aaravos’ hands, then? Is he part of Aaravos’ actual plans for the world, and not just for getting out of his prison? 

Season 7 cannot come quickly enough. I need answers, I need resolution, and I need them now! 

Viren cut out his own heart rather than take Soren’s. Good.

[solomons-poison]

Hi Tarren :D! I would like to request Geto Suguru + 7. 'sharing a kiss after not seeing them for an extended period of time' from the soft kissing prompts because I feel like it has been a long time since I've seen him voiced and animated :') But we'll be seeing more of him next month so this would also be a nice build-up to it >w< Please and thank you in advance <3

Oooh you're giving me a hard one haha. I'm not very good at writing Geto, I don't have as much of a handle on his personality compared to the others but I hope this is good! This also got really angsty, and not very soft, I'm so sorry... 😅

(Requests now closed upon posting this, but feel free to check out the prompt list linked below!)

Geto Suguru x GN!reader

♡ sharing a kiss after not seeing them for an extended period of time

Geto liked to disappear often. Where to, you didn't know, and you knew better than to ask, given your line of work and his history. He did it even before you started dating, and honestly, it probably should have been enough of a red flag for you to reject him when he tried to court you. But his levels of charisma were just too powerful, it was always impossible to say no to him. So what could you do but accept?

It shouldn't have surprised you, but even after you two started dating, the disappearances continued. It was usually just for a few days at a time, but when it happened, he was completely unreachable, practically gone off the face of the earth. He never volunteered information when he returned, and you didn't ask, just settling into a kind of routine. It made it a bit easier to pretend everything was okay, that he wasn't doing something questionable or perhaps even dangerous. And when he came back to your arms, the way he poured his passion into you made you forget to be worried, at least for a little while.

This time, however, was the longest your boyfriend had been gone yet. You weren't sure if you should go to the police, or risk going to your colleagues, or what they could even do about it. As days passed and he didn't show, didn't send you any kind of message, a feeling of dread formed a ball in your stomach, hard and heavy. You weren't even sure, at one point, when you'd last seen him, if it'd been weeks, maybe even months. All you could do was keep moving, keep your mind occupied on anything but your missing lover, before you got overwhelmed with a thousand what-ifs.

You got used to the silence, occasionally putting on the TV or music to fill up the space, make it feel a little less lonely. That's why, when you heard the lock to your apartment begin to turn, something heavy and metal fumbling against the door, your head instantly snapped up at the unexpected sound. Your body moved before you were even aware, creeping towards your front door in anticipation of who would show on the other side. It shouldn't have surprised you, seeing the tall figure on the other side, long dark hair pulled back into his signature bun. But your mind was still reeling as Geto looked back, the same surprise missing on his face, like he knew you'd be waiting for him.

No words could form, your mouth failing to voice all the questions that popped up in your mind, but it didn't matter. Not when Geto was letting the door fall shut as he wrapped you in his embrace, his lips cold from what you hoped was just the outside, slotting against yours urgently. He was holding you tight, almost painful, like you were his last tether to this world, and you had a feeling it was true. You couldn't be sure how long this would last, the next time that he'd disappear, or if he'd even come back. So you just held on tighter, giving in to his kisses, pouring your warmth and your love into him in the hopes that something would take root, anchor him here with you.

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Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[lucysarah-c]

Flowers

Summary: Well... We kinda reached a milestone in ao3 with the number of subs in the story and I wanted to do a little gift for all of you, it's a little side story. Nothing special but I couldn't add it to the past chapter and decided to do it a bit more extended and added as a small spin off.

Hope you like it! Thank you, thank to all of you who support this story <3 It truly means a lot to me. And, despite the main focus being in the past, YN and Levi as some old married couple makes me so soft and warm inside haha. 

Pairing: Levi x reader stablished relationship

Words: 1485

Year 849

Exhausted tired eyes scanned the bookshelf in search of what he needed. His tongue clicked as it was the fourth volume he had taken out and it yet didn’t have the information he was looking for. Pushed another out with strength as the squeezed books refused to go out as they had been stored with pressure to make them fit.

“Fuck,” He cursed as the big red leather book came out with another in the process, a smaller one what had been hidden between the military law’s books.

“Everything ok?!” A female voice came from the attached bathroom, extremely loud to get her point across the falling water from the shower.

“Yeah! don’t worry,” Levi replied as he bent down to pick up the small notebook, hissing as the muscles of his thighs hurt from heavy training that day. His fingers grabbed the cover as it had splitted in two on its trip to the floor and the interior splashed on the floor “Fucking shit,”

Resignated, he squatted down to pick up all the little objects that the book apparently contained. 

“Levi! You ok?!” The shower water stopped momentarily as she inquired once again.The alluded man scoffed slightly entertained at her worryness that was, somehow, endearing as he questioned what she could probably do in case he, humanity’s strongest, was in danger.

“Yeah, just keep going”

It was late at night, both of them done with their formal working hours. His hair was slightly wet as he refused to shower after her, insisting that she always used all the hot water. A pair of light grey drawstring sweatpants hanging loose from his hips and a loose white long sleeve t-shirt. Walking back to his desk and slacked against his chair, his hand full of all the stuff that came out of the small notebook trying to comprehend what it was and how to put all that stuff back on its other. Legs parted and tilted to the sides. 

The pages were slightly stuck to each other as the ink on it had run dry. He quickly spotted the handwriting of his girlfriend, the dates on top of the pages.

“I shouldn’t read this,” Levi murmured to himself as quick as he realised that it was one of her old diaries, probably ended up there by mistake. Putting the little notebook away with all the extra content at the corner of the desk.

Levi tried to focus back on work, as the paperwork wasn’t going to fill itself and then remembered why he’d gotten up in the first place. ‘I still need that damn book,’

She came out of the shower, Pjs on as hair slightly wet as her hands scrunch it with the towel.

“In which volume it’s the training petitions inner codes?” Levi wondered to his girlfriend who knew her way around the books better than him.

“The number 5,”

Her lazy steps against the wood pranks echoed in the place as he climbed the bookshelf. Y/N’s strong gasp got his attention, making him turn around hastily only to find out his girlfriend's angry face.

“You ruined my flower!”

“Your what?”

“My flower!” She insisted, showing up a small dry bouquet of baby-blue flowers that was obvious that was missing a piece.

“Ah. It fell from the shelf,” Levi replied uninterested.

“Well! Obviously!” Her irritation didn’t go away. “Four years I had this well preserved and you ruined it!”

Levi remained stoic as it seemed stupid to get worked out for a piece of plant. Book in his hand he went back to sit down on his chair and she kept looking at him with demanding nature.

“I don’t even get why would you keep that shit,”

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember what this is,” her grave tone made him look up to her just showered appearance.

‘I fucked up,’ He quickly concluded when her faked up anger changed to “You better answer correctly if you want to keep your balls,” tone. Levi had the intentions to come up with a worthy reply but his silence was delator.

She scoffed loudly, sitting in her chair trying to put everything back on its respective place inside the diary. Noisily complaining as she cursed under her breath. The captain chose to remain quiet, hoping that the incident would wash away.

“This is the flower you gave me when we started dating!” She returned to the topic after a few minutes “Don’t you remember that? With the chocolates?”

‘Ah.. that,’

“Why did you keep that? It’s been ages,” Levi argued and he quickly notice that didn’t help his case “What I mean it’s that I’ve done you better gifts than some random cheap flower,”

“Because it makes me happy,”

Her broken tone as she pouted looking at the broken flower made him feel guilty somehow, even when it was an accident.

“I can try to glue it,” he insisted as reaching across the desk but she pulled away.

“I even remember what I wrote,” She murmured as if didn’t feel guilty enough.

“You wrote about some cheap fair’s chocolates and picked flowers?”

“Of course!” She insisted and then proceeded to search inside the notebook. Then it was read outloud, as her anger washed away and was replaced by a highly contained smile and blushed cheeks. Levi remained stoic. She sighed as if love took over her, then her eyes locked with his, expectant “What did you think back then?”

“Wait… you think I thought all that shit that you wrote?” Levi got suddenly terrified as if he was put on a pedestal that he hardly deserved.

“Well… I got it close at least?” her loving eyes became a soft frown as his silence gave him away once again “What were you thinking?” She insisted.

“Tch, Y/N, I’m not that romantic and you know it,” Levi replied as he took a sip of his tea “I don’t remember what I wrote in yesterday’s grocery list and you want me to remember what I was thinking around five years ago?”

“Levi!”

Her insistance made him click his tongue “I don’t know, probably that women like sweet shit, like chocolates and flowers. I didn’t have money for both so I brought the chocolate and picked one up on my way, that’s it.”

Her faked offended face didn’t disappear as reality was extremely more disappointing than fiction. She refused to face him as a cat, ignoring being called. Levi glued his eyes on her as after all these years he knew that her pain wasn’t real, a mere scene.

“So… you don’t think that our indefinable love can only fairly be represented with something as pure as a wildflower?” her voice as a whisper echoed in the place as how desperately she pretended to be offended made him chuckle.

He moved across the desk to plant a kiss on her humid hair “I think my love is loud enough because I keep letting you get away with your hairs getting stuck in the shower’s drain,” 

Levi perhaps wasn’t the most romantic man inside of the walls and he was well aware of it. Those actions hold no value for him, or at least not in the way she desired them. He felt touched that she decided to keep the most small details so dear, he valued that. He also adored how happy she even appeared just for the memory, which meant that he had made her even happier back in the day with the gift itself. Flowers and chocolates made her happy, and she made him happy. So it was a win.

So when he crossed the door frame of their shared office after he came back from a meeting with the military board at Sheena with Erwin, he was holding her a small bouquet of peonies. Her parted lips as she left out a quiet gasp, her crystal eyes of emotion as she blushed intensely.

“Oh my god!” She started to do little jumps of happiness “They are beautiful!”

He groaned a sort of positive reply as she grabbed his face to give him repeated little peaks on the lips.

“I’m going to put them in water!” She rushed to it but stopped abruptly to turn around back at him “Thank you so so much! I love you!”

Levi nodded before murmuring “I love you too,” as he took off the green coat and hung it next to the door.

“Shut up!” her exclamation made him wonder what was the deal now. “Did you do it on purpose?!” She exclaimed as her finger pointed to her sweater and the flowers colour. Both of them in a purplish slightly bluish pink colour.

“Y/N,” Levi sighed as he picked up part of his abandoned paperwork “I know you backwards. You truly thought I would show up here with stupid flowers that don't match your clothes?”

[theadventurerslog]

Discworld | Part 3

The Adventurer's Log

I've been making some both serious and joking parallels with Sam & Max Hit the Road as that was the last game I played here. There was the conversation system comparison--they're the same system. And there was my vendetta against the ball of twine and another ball of twine coming up here. Well now, here's another one: post three equals me getting stuck along with a healthy dose of agony. This is a chronicle of errors. Here we go.

It started well enough. First it was palace time. The lineup to see the Patrician had a peasant to petition about the dragon. "Who wants to have their family charbroiled by a dragon? Soot's hell to shift."

Then there was Nanny Ogg! I have no idea what she's doing here, but she's here. She's also got a certain recipe book of custards, including a recipe for a love potion in there. I assume that will be relevant at some point.

And at the head of the line a thief from the guild to discuss an increase in their theft quotas for the duration of the dragon emergency.

Twoflower here with the Thieves Guild knowledge.

There was also a Fool and his Chucky the jester staff. I could interact with both of them, so that's probably important? But other than an insane (or seemingly so) conversation for a thoroughly exasperated Rincewind, I didn't glean anything useful yet. I'm certainly getting a large list of 'for later?' possibilities here.

And finally the Patrician. One day there may be an adaptation of Lord Vetinari I am wholly satisfied with, but it is not this day. I'm not a fan of this voice for him either. Anyhoo, Rincewind tried to cautiously and hypothetically approach the topic of the dragon. The Patrician wasn't having it and there were threats of visiting the "Information Retrieval Technicians" in the dungeons.

"There are no such things as dragons. They are a physical impossibility." Now what the full purpose and meaning of those statements are I'm not sure yet. We'll see how Vetinari-y he is here... Hopefully he's close to the book in this regard at least. For now a dead-end there.

There was a door that led to a fancy bathroom where I found a nice little mirror, so this visit wasn't a total bust.

I carried onto my last unchecked location on the map (I think; I thought haha): the city gate, where I found Nobby, Carrot and Sergeant Colon. Nobby and Carrot were accessible anyway. Colon was hungover up a guard-tower.

Carrot, the one in front of the gate, is a new recruit to the City Watch--all three of them. Definitely take an alternate universe approach here. No Vimes! Of course if he did exist, this would be a different game since he'd be dealing with this dragon situation. He's the main protagonist of the city watch arc.

And Carrot is very flattened to his literal mindedness and law abiding-ness. Overly so. He kept trying to arrest Rincewind for various things.

Nobby was fine I guess, but oof Carrot. Carrot my man they kind of did you dirty.

I also still didn't get much of help here! Though they are aware of someone running around stealing small items. cough.

Couldn't be us, nosiree. We'll just be on our way, my ol' Luggage and me.

I feel like I've been a bit complain-y, so I want to say I am overall enjoying myself quite a lot. I just think they fell into a habit of pushing some jokes too hard so they lose their humour. They also sometimes get overly reductionist with a lot of characters rather than simply not getting a full picture because they are just side NPCs. I don't know; it's a fine line to walk, but unfortunately I feel like there's some tripping over it here.

Back to the game, I had no firm idea what to do now. I'd been hoping I'd get more out of those last two locations, so I did a bit more wandering. I tried talking to the barber again after having talked to the woman dressed like a milk maid but nothing came of that. I went back to the psychia-trickerist and nothing more there for me either. Then I decided to check out the alley again. Something I'd forgotten to mention last time was there were periodic little explosions there. I was guessing the Alchemist's Guild may be nearby. I was sort of right.

I found out, somewhat accidentally, that when stepping on the tile that launches you, you can still move. There's a short period of time before it launches you, so you can just...step off. Oops. As it turns out I'd missed part of the alley before and found a building with... an Alchemist!

He's working with octo-cellulose to make moving pictures, or clickies. Now we're into Moving Pictures the book territory. He also has a camera. Cameras on the Disc work by having an imp inside paint the picture. There were also some apparatuses, a sink, a fireplace, strips of film and a flask with cooking oil.

But the camera. I was able to look in the camera and see the imp. Unfortunately I couldn't figure out how to take the imp at this point, but I was glad I knew where he was at least. I'd been wondering.

Outside was also a drainpipe and a mouse hole. I couldn't find a use for those yet either.

At this point, I still had no idea what to do about the dragon breath either (unless it's something to do with the dragon periodically burning a piece of the map, but my options on the map are limited... [spoiler alert: it wasn't]), but at least I knew where the imp was! Only one ingredient left that's a total mystery. Ha...ha...

However, now I also got stuck. Well, I ended up, due to an accident, making a little progress on things, but not in any immediately helpful way.

I'm a bit annoyed at myself because for now at least I'm avoiding checking a guide or hints. I wanted to check that I was using skills correctly, currently only pickpocket, and tried looking that up specifically rather than looking up the game manual. My mistake. That gave me a bunch of previews of walkthrough results instead and I ended up seeing a couple things. One to throw a tomato at the tax man in the stocks. And two, something about a hair roller on the woman at the barbershop.

It's not like I could forget either of those so I did the tomato. It didn't result in anything directly but when I went to get another tomato to keep one in my inventory, this time when picking one up there was a worm in the tomato and a mouse or rat went running by and Rincewind dropped the tomato. The tomato went splat on the mouse/rat I think (it all happened fast), the worm got free and the rodent ran off, and I was able to pick up the worm. I'm not sure if that's because I threw the tomato at the taxman and so it became a trigger or if it could have happened anytime the rodent runs by for some kind of timing-based puzzle, with the taxman being a way to get rid of the tomato so you can get another one or what. Either way I got a worm I guess.

My first thought was bait. I don't have anything I could use as a fishing rod nor any reason to need one right now, but I figured I'd try running with that idea anyway and try the twine with the worm. It worked so now I have a worm with string.

Turns out you can get two worms as long as one of them has the string. I briefly had a worm with string and just a worm. Then I gave the second worm string and so it became the same item and they merged into one I guess. Ah well, fun while it lasted.

As for the hair roller, I went back to the barber and yeah the woman had one in her hair that I missed before. Examining it led to a conversation about how those curls would be so traditional of her, but she wants to be at the head of fashion so the barber removed the hair roller for her. So, that's a thing that's done and I have no idea why or what do with. It's not like I got to keep the roller myself.

These weren't immediately helpful but they did end up so later. So, darn accidental guide usage.

I wandered aimlessly trying to find things I missed. I ultimately ended up coming back to the barber again--I kept not actually getting anything from there and there had to be something. This whole situation is just a string of accidents. Turns out while waving my cursor around I spotted a pocket on the barber. I tried pick-pocketing, but he spotted me. I talked to him to get him daydreaming about the milk maid again and then was able to pick his pocket and got the hair roller. I also examined the woman and found out she smelled faintly of brimstone. Are you making a connection, reader? Because I sure didn't!

Since I finally did a successful pick-pocketing I wondered if I might have missed anything with the sleazy hourglass holding guy in the library. While that aspect didn't go anywhere I did see that he had a golden banana in his ear that I'd missed before--his ticket to all of the library, gets you into the shelves, and gets you special service from the librarian.

I couldn't figure out how to get the banana off him if you can, so onto the pile of things to solve later.

While I was in the university anyway I stopped by the archchancellor's office just in case. And then I solved the dragon's breath by pure accident. Errors and accidents is the name of the game for this post after all! I wondered what would happen if you gave him other items. The hair roller seemed to have a notable point of being metal. So I just happened to choose it and... it was the item needed for the dragon's breath.

Let me tell you the brief rush of confusion and panic that flashed by though. Like can you give him anything? Can you lose items permanently?? Can you dead-end yourself after all??? When did I last save???? Then it hit me: woman smelling of brimstone. Passed onto the hair-roller. Close enough to dragon's breath, I guess. And just to make all this even better is that I had made a connection! If I had just carried the thought... See, when I saw she smelled faintly of brimstone, my first thought was "oh no, is she meant to be Sybil Ramkin?" because she doesn't seem anything like Sybil, but you know Sybil takes care of swamp dragons, so that could be why brimstone. Swamp dragons. Dragons. sigh. At least it was another ingredient so only one left! I thought.

I still had no idea what to do about that dang imp. Nobby had mentioned the Broken Drum and I was wondering if I might be missing a location entirely, while also worrying if I was maybe just missing something at the Alchemist's. I was getting kind of worried about not knowing what to focus on. Well, it turned out I was missing a location.

There it was, dinky little bit on the map that looks no different from anywhere else.

But a new location means new items. At least that's always the hope and it was the case here although they didn't end up being helpful to my current cause.

I had a chat with the bored bouncer troll who thumped Rincewind several times because Rinecewind kept saying words that rhymed with thump and he misheard I guess. It was another joke that went too long...

Then I headed inside.

I had several people to talk to:

the pair of Hublanders (same as Red Sorghum) who were just itching for a fight

the poor beat up guy who I guess got into a fight

a scared fellow who had his gate pass stolen by a ghost he thinks. He went on at length in quite some detail

the bartender

and Fleabart the Incredible, a major braggart

The gate pass seems like it may be relevant but not yet. Conversing with Fleabart led to getting a couple tankards of beer that could be shared with him or kept. I shared first then did it again and kept the drinks.

I chatted with the barkeep and got another drink and so kept the resultant empty tankard. And I scooped some safety matches off the bar.

There was a trapdoor leading to a very dark space. It was too dark to do anything and the matches don't seem to be helpful on their own. I left it for now. As well.

Since I missed the Broken Drum on the map, I wondered if I missed other areas. Sure enough:

I missed a livery stable. I like this map in some ways, but man there is just 0 indication of locations to visit. I was doing a sweeping the mouse all over in a pixel hunt at this point.

I thought I got a screencap of the livery stable. I guess I did not. Well, there was a little stable, a cart, a sack of corn and a donkey that appeared under the weather and has a tail that could be interacted with. I got some corn and made note of the donkey.

Corn! My saviour! I knew exactly what to do if not how exactly it would help. Back to the alchemist and that flask of cooking oil.

Popcorn! Or as they know it, banged-corn! (A Moving Pictures the book thing).

With the Alchemist hiding from the unexpected rain of snacks I was able to try to grab the imp. Except the imp ran away into the sink and down the drainpipe outside and into the mouse hole. But that was okay! I was riding the high of finding solutions and making progress and knowing what I was doing rather than stumbling into things accidentally. It was worm on a string time. I figured I could send it in after the imp or use it as bait. The imp was drawn out by the worm on a string and Rincewind snagged the imp.

Who's my good worm. You are, yes you are. Mission accomplished!

I wandered back to the Archchancellor feeling all good and ready to see this spell come into fruition and...

And he took the imp and sent me on my way as he always does.

You know earlier how I said this, "Only one ingredient left that's a total mystery." You know how I said this was a post of errors? Yeah, here's the biggest one. My apparently not so good observation skills strike again. Turns out I managed to miss seeing and hearing an ingredient entirely! I guess there was a total mystery ingredient!

That's right. I also need a magic coil, or, for more detail: 'a spiral of neverfailing induction'. I did see it before; I just didn't... register it somehow. I haven't a clue where this is. I wasn't keeping any eye out for anything like this. I'm just staring at my notes desperately trying to narrow down where I haven't found anything or didn't find much and hoping like heck I'm not missing yet another location entirely somehow. Gently screaming.

I did pop back to the Broken Drum. New location and all. I learn my lessons. ish. I talked to the barkeep again and got some Counterwise wine that Rincewind drunk but I got to keep the glass.

Basically made of grapes from the future. Rincewind doesn't remember last night. Rincewind's hangover happened yesterday.

Meanwhile I've gone from sweet sweet victory to what now? Where is this coil??

Locations that I've gotten nothing or very little from:

Fishmongers: I got an octopus portrait I may have forgotten to mention but that's it. There's that swordfish, and caviar

Inn

Park

Palace only gave me mirror

Livery Stable only gave me corn and still have sad or sick donkey unresolved

Dunnyking machine area

City gate

So maybe something from one of those. I think I've now found all the locations on the map. I really swept around it with my mouse after the Broken Drum and livery stable.

So, next time it's time to find the Fifth Ingredient. May it not lead me to even more agony.

[villainxhero-lover]

The other world part 2

“Do you wanna tell me what just happened?” Asked Villain

The distressed now afraid civilian made themselves look very small in front of Villain. It took them a minute to get the courage to talk.

“Wh- why should I do that? Are you another cop?!”

Villain sighed, feeling terribly sorry for the civilian.

“No just another somebody that just wants to help. But I’m okay with you not telling me, I’d just like to help, that’s all.”

Civilian relaxed their shoulders ever so slightly and against the shop.

“Well,” they said, “I guess there’s no harm in explaining what happened… But please,” they gestured at the door, “come inside my shop. I’d rather not have any eavesdroppers around…”

They walked into the shop which was smaller than what it looked like from the outside, but it was charming, Villain thought.

Shopowner walked right past the cashier and into the “employees only” room, which had a small, mustard colored sofa, two chairs and a mountain of paperwork scattered everywhere.

Villain chose to sit on the sofa, Shopowner right next to them on a chair.

“Apologies for the mess,” Shopowner began explaining.

“Don’t worry I don’t mind, now about what happened?”

Shopowner clasped their hands together, started to get nervous again and looked around instead of maintaining eye contact with the villain who frankly, didn’t mind.

Shopowner sighed.

“Civilian was one of my very best friends growing up, always looking out for me and being like the older brother I never had. It was us against the world.”

Shopowner smiled with their eyes, Villain listened carefully.

Shopowner continued to explain that Civilian wasn’t actually from this country, and that they had -for some reason- fled from their homeland very young. Authorities didn’t notice until recently that Civilian had been living here without a visa, and coke to deport him. Shopowner tried to hide their best friend at trusted friends but the police where unfortunately very persistent. Shopowners last ditch effort was to hide them in the shop but they were discovered.

They sighed and adjusted their position, but it was clear they were extremely upset over all this.

“And that’s basically it, now he’s getting deported and there’s nothing I can do.”

Villain stayed quiet for a bit, this was not what they were expecting to hear about today. They then stood up as they spoke.

“Do you know why your friend fled their homeland? And do you think they’ll try to escape the police?”

Shopowner mirrored the villain and stood up while adjusting their cap. They now managed to make eye contact with Villain, which the villain wasn’t terribly happy about.

“God I wish I knew but he was so uncomfortable when I asked him about it and I didn’t wanna push any further on the subject. It’s not exactly like he owes me that information yanno?

“Yeah, of course.”

“And uhm, honestly I hope he does escape. From the little I did understand, there was something waiting for him back home that he didn’t wanna face, at all.

Villain got extremely curious. What does that mean? Something he didn’t want to face at all?…

Villain had heard enough, it was time to do something.

“Thank you for your time Shopowner.

Then Villain asked something they knew they were gonna most likely regret.

“Would you like me to help Civilian?”

“R-really? You’d help out? I barely know you!”

“Crazy right? Haha Uhm. Yeah I just have this feeling that I can help out somehow..”

Shopowner smiled, they had a very toothy grin.

“Doesn’t hurt to try does it?

“Of course not”

[phyronia]

Dude holy crap I just started reading “Waterdhavian Hospitality” and you’re voice work is absolutely amazing!! You have one of the best representations of Gales voice I’ve ever read, everything he says is so perfect I can just hear it so easily in Tim’s voice!!

Then there’s also the lovely bounce of banter between Tav (Evalen) and Astarion that is just adorable! It’s such a perfect choice to have that closeness develop even further when it becomes just the two of them on the road together. And then Gale slips right in like he’s always meant to be there, easily meeting their eb and flow.

And then you couple that with the fact that you’re a master at scene building, with a prefect balance between showing and telling, it’s just *chefs kiss. I love the way you flow from scene to scene, giving just as much as we need before easily transitioning to another.

I’m so excited to see where this will all go, you’ve given me such a lovely gift, thanks so much for sharing your works with us!

oh my goodnessssss thank you so much!!!! that's so sweet of you <3

that comment on scene transitions means a lot to me, i have to fight against my instincts to end scenes where it feels right and like the right amount of information instead of rambling on into forever haha. it's something i'm actively working on so to hear i'm doing well is heartening!

i have quiiiite a bit planned and i hope you'll enjoy the ride :D thanks again!!!!

[nobodysdaydreams]

💎 fave trope to write?

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write?

💡what inspires your fic ideas?

🎤fave line in a fic you wrote?

Please don't feel pressure to do any/all of these!! But I wanted to give you options. I hope you are having a lovely day!!! <3

Thank you Sophie! And you even put what they mean in the ask box so I don't have to go back and reference the post. A thousand blessings upon you my friend!

💎 fave trope to write?

Oh...this is hard. There's probably a couple. I like found family, which is a little obvious given that I write fics for tmbs fandom, and I like neurodivergent head canons, which is also obvious given that I write fics for the tmbs fandom.

I also love the trope of dramatic irony and alternating POVs. I play with this idea in a lot of my fics (as you already know and will discover very very soon is a lot more prevalent in my writing than you could have imagined, but that's all I'll say about that). I do this in "Treat Them With(out) Mercy" where I switch the POV from Kate to Curtain between chapters, so as the reader you get to follow a character to get some information on what's happening, and then get the full picture and the emotions that accompany it when the POV switches. I also do this a lot in "S.O.S.", especially with characters like Milligan who is missing pieces of his memory, but I do this with others too. It's a really easy and fun thing to do there because the show left so much unanswered and gave me tools like memory erasure and unexplained backstory to work with. I'm sad the show didn't capitalize on what they had, but boy did they leave me with a lot to use, and if they're not gonna use it, then someone might as well.

Finally, maybe my number one trope is redemption arcs for villains and sympathetic villains. I enjoying writing this, though it's a hard line to write, because as much as I love the message that no one is too far gone, I also have never like lazily written redemption arcs, or more specifically, redemption arcs that act as if what the villain did never happened, even when they did objectively terrible crimes and should probably go to prison. If your argument against that is that the ex-villain in question is too powerful to be kept in prison or forced to do community service, my counterargument is that that shouldn't matter. If they're really sorry, not only should they not have a problem paying their debt to society, but they should do so willingly, in fact, they should insist on it. If they don't, then I don't believe they're actually sorry. That's one of the reasons why I love writing Garrison and Curtain's characters. You see this piece by piece in "S.O.S." where I make you empathize with them while wanting to scream at them (haha sorry about that silly me...) but for a more speedy arc you can read "It Should Have Been Us". Slight spoilers, but in the fic, Curtain wins. He has no reason to bother trying to help Nicholas or his friends, in fact he has serious apprehension about doing so in some cases, like when he acknowledges that Milligan would probably attack him if he could. But he still tries to save them, and he does it because he's sorry, and you know he's sorry because he devotes all his effort into saving them, and he even risks and ultimately caves to narcoleptic attacks at various points. Garrison also goes through a mini redemption arc. She didn't get everything she wanted like Curtain, but she still could have refused to help him. She didn't have to make Nicholas her problem. But she did, and she doesn't do it for Curtain either, she does it for his brother she's never met simply because he's a man in pain who needs her help. You see that she has empathy, you see that she wants to be better, you see that effort, that improvement, that potential. That to me is absolutely beautiful.

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write?

I don't. The brain bees attack when they attack and they don't leave until I've written what they demand 🐝

But for long fics like SOS that have some exposition parts that are maybe a little less exciting to write to get to the fun scenes (though people still seem to enjoy reading them) it's quite simple. All I have to do is have another big project to procrastinate on. Like I'm doing right now! Works like a charm.

💡what inspires your fic ideas?

Fictional media, hyper fixations, your awesome tumblr posts. Anything that activates the brain bees and gets them to start flooding my mind with ideas for stuff, funny or angsty lines of dialogue, potential ways unexplained characters and backstories could be connected, etc. I wish I had a better answer, but that's basically it. So as long as the bees are buzzing and I have time to indulge them, I'll be writing.

🎤fave line in a fic you wrote?

Oh there are so many. But since I ranted at you about my favorite trope, redeemable villains, how about a quote from "Who You Were Meant To Be" (Book Martina Redemption Fic):

“No,” SQ replied, “I’m being honest. They accepted my apology, and I’m friends with them now.”

“Yeah, but I’m me and you’re you.”

“What does that have to do with anything? We both worked for Mr. Curtain. We both hurt them.”

“Yeah, but it’s different. You’re… you’re nice.”

“So are you. Or maybe you could be if you wanted to be.”

“No, I couldn’t,” Martina replied. “Look, we both worked for Mr. Curtain, but it was never the same. You actually believed that what we were doing was good and right, and you never wanted to hurt anybody. I thought what we were doing would bring me success and make me happy, and I enjoyed hurting other people. You had selfless reasons, I had selfish ones. People like you get redemption and forgiveness, okay? People like me don’t. That’s just the way the world works.”

SQ paused and thought a bit about what Martina had said.

“I’m not sure that’s true,” he observed, “or at least, it can’t be true all the time. Because I forgave you.”

Martina struggled to think of something clever to say to SQ’s objection, but she couldn’t find the words. And strangely, a part of her felt like she didn’t want to find them. That for once in her life, she was actually, surprisingly, okay with losing an argument. Because she just wanted to accept what SQ was saying was true, even if she knew it wasn’t.

I loved writing SQ's response to Martina, because that is where a lot of people draw the line on forgiveness: intentionality (others might draw it a harm, how old the person was when the thing happen, etc.), but SQ just...forgives her anyway. He's not keeping score, he's not using any kind of "how deserving are you?" system. But he's also not the kind of guy who thinks redemption means a free pass no questions asked, he doesn't let Curtain hurt the kids and does think Curtain should go to jail. In the case of Martina, SQ can genuinely see that she's sorry now, and he's not going to stay bitter about it, even if, according to a lot of people, she doesn't deserve it. It's an act of friendship and love that's so perfectly encapsulates who SQ is, and it's why I love him as a character.

Thank you for the ask Sophie. I hope you have a lovely evening! 🥰

[sootyships]

1, 2, and 3 for the self ship fan kid ask game!

1 ~ How did you and your f/o decide you wanted to start a family together?

I've known I wanted to eventually have kids since my teens, if feasible. Started making kid name lists at 15, haha. Mayhem... Finds human kids interesting. They're so different from symbiote offspring, after all... So it's certainly not against the idea! Just a bit weirded out by pregnancy, which is just a wee little bit ironic. A lot of its scandalised questions, as well. "What do you mean it leeches nutrients from your bones if your diet doesn't have enough!?" And meanwhile Maymay makes me eat chocolate with two hands. As though I didn't already.

But, erm, with Ultron it's... I guess it kind of just started coming up. I mean... Well, when it did start coming up, eventually I grilled him about his level of committment and stuff. Like, should we actually talk about it seriously, or is it more of a thought experiment? And he didn't really have all of his ducks in a row, emotionally, at first, not in a way that was satisfactory to me. So that all is kind of why it took us a good while before we really even started poking at the idea of creating something new together.

But he's definitely, you know, interested in the ideas of creation and development and stuff. Humanity and flesh and metal. You get the gist of it.

2 ~ Was the baby born naturally? Adopted? Created in another way?

Sidzla was "created another way", Satu was born naturally (conceived via sperm donor, for obvious reasons).

Sidzla is a synthezoid like Vision was. Kind of, a further development on the original ideas there. But we meant for her mind to be entirely new, that is, not having any known previous iteration informing its development internally, the same as a human child. If there's something, then it's got to be the ghost in the machine variety. Like, reincarnation, or something. We didn't put it there.

Suddenly it crosses my mind that there's something similar between Klyntar offspring, Ultron, and Vision. They all have the knowledge of previous iterations informing who they are from the get-go. Born ready.

Of course, you can't fully separate any being from the knowledge of its predecessors. If nothing else, instinct and reflexes remain, and when it comes to humans, with the way we're so reliant of others when we're small, of course the lines of our development will be informed by those around us. So there's no absolute blank slate, only a relative one...

3 ~  How did your f/o react the first time they held the baby?

Oh, Sidzla he told not to disappoint him.

... I'm pretty sure he mostly hoped she wouldn't... Fail. Structurally. Mentally. That would have been hellish.

Obviously we'd gotten attched by then. But we'd also put so much active effort in her development in a way no human pregnancy really requires. At least not in the same way. Conscious and intentional.

(I actually know that's what he meant, bc I asked him, but letting people assume the worst about it is a bit funny to me.)

Satu he called ugly.

Which was kinda fair, she was a really wrinkly baby, but, bruh...

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A/N: Thank you anon for my first smut req! I’m actually like really excited about this for some reason haha. I’ve written quite a bit but I’ve been way too shy to post them so this gives me an excuse to post some smut- Again, thanks for the req Anon! I admittedly have a filthy mind and now I wanna write some more, and it seems kinktober is around the corner!-

This should go without saying but: This work is for folks that are 18+ and I am not a completely SFW blog no matter how much fluff I write!

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Watching You Squirm Is The Best Part

Pair: Cypher/GN! Reader Source: Valorant

Genre: Smut Type: One-Shot - 5309 words Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Mustering up courage you didn't think you could, you decide you want to be on top tonight… Just, with a bit of help from your boyfriend. Who would’ve guessed that he would get so riled up from such an act.

TW: Graphic descriptions of sex! Again, minors DNI! Reader gets penetrated but it’s unspecified where! Your parts are also ambiguous! Cypher gets kinda rough near the end and he also nuts in you

Kinks: Overstimulation, Praise/Affirmation Play, Dacryphilia

Terms Used for Reader: Hole, Sex 

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You were quite… skittish, for lack of a better word, when it came to talking about sex. It was just so embarrassing and it always made your face warm up! It was incredibly irritating how weird it made you feel, something Cypher very much knew and really liked to tease you about. The moment the tone for your private conversations turned risqué, there was something in your voice that would just wobble adorably; a meek squeak following shortly after whenever Cypher capitalised off of your shyness-born torment. 

Lately however, you’d been quite intrigued by the idea of ignoring your innate shyness for a chance at being on top for once. The thought would come and go, heat flushing your cheeks as you try to rid yourself of the amorous thought. But… The mere idea of keeping the ever witty information broker under you, completely at your mercy. It was more than alluring, borderline irresistible. 

But, in practice, that’s not exactly how the night went, was it?

The day had been long, given your duties, when you both finally collapsed in your shared dorm. As Cypher sluggishly peeled off his heavy coat, sighing out in relief, he felt your wandering arms wrap around his waist- hands grabbing gently at him. There’s this soft press of your head against the crook of his neck as you idly stand there- swaying. He can’t help the smile that crosses his face at this rare, little, soft and domestic moment; his fingers start unknowingly rushing to hang up his increasingly burdensome coat before letting his gloved hands rest on the arms draped so slackly around his figure. It’s comforting as it is telling,

“What has you so clingy, my rose?” The Sentinel teases light-heartedly. It's soft and dulcet in tone to your ears as he peers, curiously yet lovingly behind bright, azure optics over his shoulder at your burrowed face, hidden poorly in the junction of his neck and ruffles of the shirt underneath,

“Miss you…” is all you mumble quietly, slightly antsy and nervous as you lose some of the confidence you had been trying to build all day. There’s this gut feeling telling you the agent already understands what you mean, perhaps there was a distinct neediness in your body language you couldn’t contain, but he keeps the atmosphere gentle and relaxed as he hums softly,

“I missed you too, my love,” his expression is nothing but loving as he pets the parts of you he can reach, “but I’m sure you would feel much more comfortable being this cuddly in bed,” Amir laughs that iconic, little laugh of his that just feels so uniquely him. Your nerves ease a tad at the sound, a few of your own chuckles slipping past your quirked lips as you follow his somewhat awkward shuffle to your bed- given your unwillingness to part from him. Maybe it was the fatigue from past missions, or perhaps it was the building anticipation of what you had been thinking of for so long.

As you lie down, your body sinking in the plushness and comforting textures of the sheets and pillows, Cypher shifts over slowly to sit with knees splayed on either side of your own. He leans down over you, as you watch with baited breath, before he reaches for your still hands to place them softly behind his clothed jaw- your fingers idly feeling up the sturdy yet pliable and soft cloth of his mask. You tug on the fabric, lifting it gradually as he rubs reassuring circles into your wrists- his gentle smile is revealed first along with some stubble. It isn't the first time you'd done this, but each time seems so meaningful and tender. Unhurriedly, more pieces of him are re-revealed to you- from his familiar, crooked deep-set scars and marks to his sharp, pointy nose and a pair of deep chestnut-brown eyes that seem to gleam everlastingly with such overflowing, unwavering affection- and a hint of something mischievous as they trace over your awe-stricken expression.

Your heart leaps and soars at the sight of your boyfriend unmasked, knowing full well how much trust and love he put in your hands for you to guard and keep. There’s always this certain almost star struck smile on your face whenever you see him, the true him. A part of Amir feels so underserving to have someone as wonderful as you look at him with such reverent adoration and unabashed admiration. He gives you a moment to stare before there’s a gentle pressure as he kisses you sweetly, softly. It’s almost desperate from how long you’d been apart for. There was only so much fleeting hugs in your workspaces and mask boops could do to fill the need to hold each other.

Your breath hitches as he tugs his gloves off with his teeth, a small, teasing smile pulling at Cypher’s lips as he watches your reaction closely. It’s not long before your shirt slides to the floor, knowledgeable hands trailing the bare expanse of skin that follows like some wanderlust-consumed traveller roaming feverishly down familiar paths and places. Rough fingertips trail your sides, rubbing circles along the way; the movements almost make you laugh from how admittedly ticklish you were. You merely sigh happily as his lips find yours before slowly trailing down your neck, your pulse quickening beneath gentle nips and kisses.

The way he holds you leaves you breathless, each touch and stroke hitching your breath. It’s firm yet reverential, handling you almost like a glass emblem of worship. He’s slow at times, wanting to soak in the moment and commit each and every minute detail of your torso to memory. Every mark and blemish, each perfect imperfection of your form. Any flaw you saw was perfection in Amir’s eyes. Nothing stays hidden from him, on and off the battlefield.

It’s when you’re both fully undressed when you fully realise what was going to happen, and you’re quick to gently push on his arm. Amir stops quickly, concern the first and foremost emotion wrinkling his expression before you soothe him with a reassuring smile- which tumbles into a sharp breath of gathering last minute courage,

“I want.. I uh… Can… Can I be on top? For tonight maybe?” Your words stumble and catch awkwardly to the point that they almost sound foreign to you, and you’re fumbling physically as you are vocally. Your fingers wring together as you avoid eye contact, yet your eyes seem to peek back to his every other beat. It feels so silly just asking like this, but it was best to ask now than hold your peace... But with that anxiety bubbling up, you wouldn’t be surprised if Cypher laughed you off, but he doesn’t. There’s a proud smile on his face and if anything, he seemed just a bit surprised- and not the bad kind,

“Of course, my love,” he hums assuredly, softly stroking down your side to further emphasise his approval, 

“I, you- uh… Wait, really?” Amir only laughs light-heartedly again as you stutter and pause, a playful gleam in his eye as he hums his approval once more,

“Hmm, maybe next time you’ll have to work for it. But for now, you’re too cute to say no to.” He smiles teasingly, making you bat at his arm in embarrassment when realisation makes your movement stutter. Next time? 

Gently, Amir rolls you both over and swaps your positions. He’s holding you steady as you rest on his upper hip area. Flustered heat gathers on your face as you feel his hardness resting prominently against the swell of your ass, a reminder of something more carnal amidst the sweetness of your boyfriend. You begin to fidget slightly in place, slightly nervous of the attentive yet affectionate eyes watching you, but you lean down regardless- eager to do anything to calm yourself. You settle with pressing soft kisses trailing from his mouth to his neck, copying his touch from whenever he holds you closely like this. These touches were electrifying to you, so it had to feel just as good to your boyfriend, right? You’re rewarded with soft gasps and groans as he tilts his head, showing more of his neck for you to touch with your oh so gentle caress. 

You're too worried about accidentally hurting him to give him any more pressure, something that hits him like a double-edged sword. His heart sings with how much you care for his wellbeing, physical and emotional, yet the pressure is no where near enough for him. He almost whimpers in need as you suck gently for a hickey. You seem content just touching him like this, something you take as a rare opportunity.

You touch him like he’s made of glass and there’s something about that that makes him weak. You’re so sweet to him, so careful with him, regardless of the marks and scars that prove he’s handled the worst of the worst. You smooth over each cicatrices, numbing away any phantom pains you seemingly believe are still there. With each kiss and touch, it’s clear to see how much you do adore him and his heart burns evermore with just as much passion and love. Your fervent, genuine love only makes him crave your touch and warmth more.

As you massage and kiss and nip your way down the smooth skin of his stomach, following a trail of sparse hair, your fingertips pressing against muscle built over the years of training, it only stokes the fire of want and need that smoulder Cypher whole. And when you finally hold his cock, he swears with a moan of your name under his breath from how much he needed that. You gain a sense of pride in that, confidence growing with the sparks of that pride stroking your ego. Your actions are practised and measured, hands cupping his balls as he moans out against your touch. He stills his hips, fighting how much he wanted to just thrust up when your mouth cups his tip- swirling your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, eagerly taking him into your warm mouth as he groans out from his sensitive flesh being surrounded by something so wet and velvety.

You stroke what you can't hold as you remember to breathe through your nose, head bobbing up and down slowly. You glance up to see the way Amir's cheeks redden and his glossy lips part to pant and hiss, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His unkempt appearance only stokes that pride in you further, feeling very pleased at making your boyfriend feel so good. You trace over the vein on the underside of his cock, massaging him with both your hands and mouth as the broker's chest heaves with the air you knock out of him with each pleasurable suck and lick.

As you fall into a quicker yet even pace, his slick dick pulses and twitches more in your mouth. A slightly salty and bitter taste slowly coats your tongue and you moan softly, the vibrations only adding to the sensations. Cypher watches with half-lidded eyes, groaning at the sight of the way you work him so diligently- so focused and happy. You look so perfect to him with your lips wrapped around him, and he tells you so between pants and moans- praising you between swear words, "S-Shit, so good, fuck- so perfect for me," His words go straight to your core, desire and need already making themselves apparent in your underwear. He's getting closer, you can feel it in the way his hips twitch and slightly buck and grind up to your face which only makes your lips twitch into a small smirk.

It’s over all too soon as you release him, kissing his tip which only makes him twitch and inhale quickly- holding it, and he only sighs out as he looks down at you, tension leaving and mildly disappointed yet excited for what's to come. The way he bites his lip, eyebrows still furrowed as he contemplates begging you for the release he could feel building, only makes you feel all the more powerful.

“We haven’t even gotten to the fun part,” is all you croon with a wink, which holds every bit of ego you'd built from giving Amir another one of the best head games he'd ever received, as his chest rises and lowers quickly in time with his panting to catch his breath. He rolls his eyes but there’s a soft, breathy laugh that follows which makes you smile. There’s the sound of a liquid pouring as you work some lube onto his sensitive flesh. Cypher can’t help but note with amusement, through stuttered gasps and moans, how focused you seemed for such a task, with the way your teeth worry your bottom lip and all. Your hands are still glistening with excess lube when you reach down to prep yourself properly and your boyfriend can’t stop himself from watching with bated breath.

You flush a little at the attention once more, your fingers prodding at your entrance before delving in, a whimper tumbling from your lips as you work yourself. You have to resist the urge to touch yourself properly, not wanting to cum just yet. Your skin feels so hot with the blush and aphrodisia that settles perfectly beneath, the lack of cold air keeping your head light and hazy with lust and longing. Every noise makes him want to touch you, work you to completion like you so deserve but he reserves himself to rubbing the sides of your thighs as he groans at the sight. Your actions are slightly slow and awkward from your shyness, but it only seems to spur Amir on further as he grinds his cock against your ass. You’re just too damn cute. You’re panting as you finally withdraw, ready and prepared. His hands stay on you, a grounding comfort that steadies your racing heart.

He whispers soft encouragement as he lets you take a moment to prepare yourself. Slowly, you lift yourself to align your hole with his weeping head. There’s a pause at the contact, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you nudge yourself against him- rubbing the two of you together slowly in a gentle rocking motion. His warmth feels incredible alone just from this. He hisses a little, it feels so good being seemingly so close yet so far. The Sentinel yearns for more, hunger and excitement only growing as he feels your slick hole grind against him,

“I didn’t expect you to be such a tease already, my rose…” Cypher manages a strained chuckle between sharp intakes of air. He wants you so desperately, but he keeps himself together. This was your first time taking on this position after all.

The reality of the situation dawns on you and you breathe in softly to calm yourself. It feels all too embarrassing and lewd. With another whisper of encouragement from Amir, you sink down. He parts your walls so easily, your hole eagerly taking in the first two inches you allow yourself to go down to. You cry out at the feeling of being filled, delicious friction grabbing at you and messing with your nerve endings. It’s experimental the way you move your hips, cautiously bobbing up and down- though it's rewarding all the same. Cypher bites his lip at his festering desires but stills himself to let you move at your own pace, unwilling to startle you.

His grip is firm and secure on the soft skin of your thighs, feeling up the underlying muscle built up beneath, unyielding as your boyfriend keeps you steady in spite of the shaking in your poor legs as you try to rise on your own. All the strength in your legs feel like it’s been reduced to putty amidst the intense intimacy of the new position. His eyes on you and the clear view of your physical connection, of his thick cock stuffed in your tight hole, addles your shy brain, intensifying your sensations. 

The slow drag of his fat cock against your walls is almost too much as you try to compute the overwhelming sensations assaulting your mind. It’s adorable, especially to Cypher as he watches you struggle to take more than half of him despite knowing full well you can from prior experience. It’s more embarrassing than anything, the flush of inner shame you feel prickles your skin as you gasp and keen softly with your movements. The weight of his eyes on you is almost too much for you to handle, a feeling akin to stage fright but ever more intimate. But, the shame only fans the flames of carnality and thirst ever higher.

It shouldn’t feel as different as it does, but something about the roles being visually reversed was so new. You were practically in control, and the feeling of sinking down yourself as opposed to being at the mercy of Cypher’s ministrations just felt so good.

He’s cooing soft praises to you, affirming you with every new rise and fall you make as he guides you through the motions. Your shallow bobs slowly grow in confidence as you try and take more and more, if only to hear Amir’s sweet praises and barely held back groans. The thicker base causes your touchy hole to open up for him just a little more, making your physical connection ever tighter. Soon, your movements become more steady, slower yet deeper, no matter how trembly your legs remain. Leaning up, he rewards you with a loving kiss that takes your already shallow breath away, parting briefly as you gasp and moan against his lips before your mouths find each other once more, desperate. His kiss was intoxicating as it was addictive, a feeling and touch you craved so often to the point of hungry withdrawal.

You can feel the wide tip of his cock nudge the innermost depths of your insides as you moan out, arching backwards, and bite your lip in an effort to take the fuzzy stimulation given so graciously to you, with his entirety finally fully hilted with your ass sat directly on Cypher’s lap. With one eye closed, you look down and breathe out against the dizzying pleasure that threatens to take hold in waves. It’s quite the snug fit, one your boyfriend hisses out at as he feels your warm walls holding him tight. As much as he desperately wants you to move, he’s patient and careful as he lets you adjust to having him so deep inside. It feels like he’s reaching ever deeper in this position, it almost drives you both crazy.

Sucking in a breath, you rise until just the tip is left before you sink back down- whining out as you’re filled up once again so nicely. Your heart only beats harder as you hear your boyfriend’s sweet moans at your actions. You crave more, growing greedy for more, as you bounce a little more consistently, a little quicker, building your rhythm as his cock pounds deep inside of you- leaving you groaning and whining at the sensations. It was addictive the way he made you feel. Your breaths come to you in quick, rapid beats from exertion and sweet pleasure that coils deep in your stomach. Amir seems just as winded as you, pretty lips parted as he keeps his gaze on you and the way your face twists from the almost overwhelming sensations. He can’t help the groan that leaves him from watching you so rapt in pleasure, before his gaze wanders lower to where you’re connected. Every little thing you do turns him on more than he can describe.

Your reddened, little hole wrapped so perfectly around his dick is such a pretty sight to him. You are his, through and through. His to love and cherish and claim. You’re so perfect, so good for him. The sight of your hole readily accepting every inch of his cock over and over again was enough for his grip to tighten, no doubt angry red marks would appear on your once unbothered flesh. And if he had it his way? He would’ve made sure to bite and mark your inner thighs too, make you his work of art. You certainly wouldn’t have been opposed to it had you not been so keen on chasing that high that teased and dragged you along a thin line. It was maddening how much it felt like so much yet so little. Each strike of his blunt tip against your insides only granted more delicious friction against your tender nerves, pulling more and more wonderful sounds from you. 

Nothing but the soft slaps of skin hitting skin, sweat and a bit of lube slicking both of your thighs, mixing with the lewd sounds of the two of you moaning and quick breaths permeated the room. It only muddled your brain further, Cypher’s moans and the slick slapping of skin only furthering your arousal. You jump a little as a hand touches your oh so sensitive sex, stroking and rubbing which makes you cry out so nicely. It’s like music to Amir’s ears as he works you in time with his upward thrusts meeting your desperate pumping hips. Your movement only grows a little quicker, desperate as you wobble on the edge of sweet relief. Your eyes are practically watering before you close them, breathing hard as you try and chase the feeling. The more you chase, the harder it feels to use your legs to continue the passionate 

“You’re doing so well- ah, cum for me. You can do it, my love,” he whispers between groans, voice strained as his free hand rubs encouraging circles into your side. It’s only when you hear and focus on the Sentinel’s voice amidst the fog of your lustful craving that you topple over, crashing hard into your orgasm as your hole squeezes rhythmically around him. Your sex twitches in the broker’s hands as he keeps you toppled over the brink of sanity with how much he keeps touching you. You whine loudly, a euphoric, overwhelming high flooding you as a light buzzing takes over- a few tears falling down your cheeks from the high. He thinks you look so wonderful like this, pleasure-driven tears streaking the cheeks of your blissed out face. Your limbs twitch a little at the constant prodding as the heady fog of lust takes over and blanks your brain for a few moments. Your body relaxes in relief when he finally lets you calm down from your high, removing his sullied hand, the pleasure borderline painful as you almost slump down if not for the little strength still somehow left in your jelly-like arms.

The only sound in the room is your gasping breaths, more predominantly yours as you try and retake the air that got knocked out of you with your orgasm. Cypher is nonchalant as he swipes his tongue over the substance you’d produced, with you shivering a slight at the contact, lewdly licking his fingers as you suddenly pause in breath- face burning with equal parts arousal and embarrassment. When it hits you that he had never finished, you only feel your embarrassment grow. He’s rubbing your back with the hand resting on your side, cuddling you into him as he kisses your temple.

“Mmm, are you tired, my rose? Perhaps I should take over now,” he hums, easily shifting the two of you up. You can still feel him inside you, twitching, and can only whine as desire only returns tenfold. You shake your head as he looks toward the bathroom ready to call it there and let you rest, your pulse thumping from the considerate action. It only makes you want to please him more. He shoots you a concerned look, murmuring,

“You don’t need to push yourself, my love,” he soothes but you only wiggle on his lap, purposefully riling him up as he groans at the feeling. You can't stop yourself from craving more, from wanting more. You need to see Amir lose himself as he cums deep inside of you. He grips your hips in warning as you squeeze him intentionally, growling in your ear of how he will absolutely ruin you if you keep going. You only smile a dopey, still mildly fucked out smile as you wriggle insistently once more and hum a “do your worst.” 

Cypher doesn’t need to be told twice as he holds your waist, turning the two of you around, as he drags you down to lay down against the sheets once more. His hips thrust almost punishingly deep into you, your lower half hiked up to provide an angle as you cry out- your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Be good for me?” He purred into your ear, the question being more of a statement than anything when all you could do was lay there and whine and sob into his shoulder as he fucked you so sweetly. With another change in the power dynamic and positioning, you can feel the press of the hot head of his dick practically kiss your sanity as you cry out for him. The tip scratches at your deepest parts, bumping a part of you, you couldn't hit before, that made you wail as he parts your warm, inviting walls once more- vigorous in his desire for you. His mouth is on yours once more, skilful and knowledgeable tongue curling and dancing with your own. Any attempt at overpowering him is denied as you moan sweetly into the kiss.

“Please, please, please,” you’re whining the word and you can’t even tell what you’re begging for as it feels like all too much and way too little all at once. His thrusts are deep and demanding, wringing every last inch of your body to make you feel so wonderfully blissed out. Too blissed out. There’s a few more tears as you fight against the feeling yet also bend to the overstimulation clogging your rationality. The way his thick cock parts your tight walls, grinding past so easily like you were moulded for him makes your heart sing and your brain short-circuit. It’s so mind-spinningly addictive, and you can only keen as he reaches down to toy with your sex once more,

“Ready to cum for me again, my rose? Go on then. Be good and cum for me,” he chuckles, a somewhat laboured sound, as he holds back just enough to feel you squeeze him tight at his words. It doesn't take much for your overstimulated self to be pushed over the edge once more. You're already so painfully close. One hand’s rubbing your thighs in a soothing manner, coaxing you to let go as you whimper against the overwhelming feelings, “Go on, show me how much you love me,” he practically growls, toying a little rougher with you, and with that your walls flutter around him at the wet sounds and rough ministrations, clenching and holding him in as you feel yourself tip over the cusp of ecstasy. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” your words are slurring a little as you quiver and squirm, unable to fight the frantic jerking and seizing of your body as you cave and cum again- sobbing from how painfully good you felt. Your needy gasping fills the air as you jerk and twitch against the waves of pleasure that rattles you, your whole world spinning and pulsing. Cypher's so sensitive from being denied twice, the tight, rhythmic squeezing of your insides around him enough for him to topple over his peak easily as well. There’s a warmth flooding your spasming insides as Amir cums with a hiss of your name tumbling from his lips, and you’re whining as he fills you so deliriously full- and you can only whine out a meagre, slurred “feel-sh s’ goo-od”. He leans down, face buried in your neck as he bites and sucks at the hot flesh while his hips grind and pump against yours in time with the pulses of his orgasm, pushing his cum as deep as he can into you- marking you from the inside.

You’re so acutely aware of the hot spurts of cum coating your walls as the sensation seemingly pools in the pit of your abdomen, making you mewl and sigh in satisfaction. There’s a wide, very fucked out smile on your face as you revel in the way your sex throbs in his hands and the distinct ache already forming in your lower body.

You practically melt into the plush bed covers trapped beneath you, weak and thoroughly spent as Cypher rolls over sluggishly to avoid squishing you before letting you rest your tired figure comfortably against him. Or at least, as comfortable as being sweaty and exhausted could be. Both of your heads only swim in bliss as you mumble something incoherent, slurring your words like you were drunk. There’s a moment of peace as you both pant for air, basking in the dizzy afterglow as the trembles and quivering you felt fade and settle down. The soft current of air filtering through the window cools you both off a little, a pleasant feeling amidst the humidity that lingers and layers against your skin. Squishing your cheek against his bare shoulder/chest, he only chuckles as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. The broker’s hands rest on the side of your head, petting at your hair in a rhythmic motion he often does when he holds you- a habit that grounds the both of you to the present. You smile at the affection, a bright, little thing that has Amir’s head reeling and his heart stammering. 

You are the light of each other’s lives, a source of constant comfort and safety in a life of unknowns and danger. This sentiment is confided in the way you whisper and exchange “I love you”s that can hardly convey how much you truly meant it.

“Are you alright, my rose? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He’s concerned, a deep furrow in his brow as he looks down at you,

“No, no. It was good. More than good actually,” you chuckle a little, something he joins in before you continue, “though.. I might be sore tomorrow,” you muse as you simply bask in the moment, pushing tomorrow’s concerns out of your brain for now. There’s a slight smirk on his face at your words but he says nothing, his hand reaching down from your hair to your hips to gently and apologetically soothe over the marks and bruises he made from gripping you,

“I’ll run a bath for us,” he hums, already ready to get up. Aftercare was always a top priority in his mind, especially after nights like this. You huff a little at the movement and shifting of his body as he prepares to get up,

“I don’t wanna move,” you pout but you’re silenced by a kiss, 

“Trust me, my love. You’ll be happier waking up in the morning without feeling so… sticky,” the pause he takes to contemplate his words makes you smile and laugh a little, though you are a bit annoyed that he’s probably right.

You reluctantly let go, Amir pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead as compensation before he diligently goes to run the bath. Only a few minutes pass before you’re already enveloped in warm water and soap suds, a calming scent of lavender and something else herbal and somewhat fruity wafting through the air. It’s soothing to the aches already beginning to develop into a mild thump under your skin. 

As you both settle into a soapy yet cosy hold, there’s no other place you both would rather be.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

[sugxrslushy]

Hi maxx! Saw your pride event and would like to ask for a request of HCs with Law/Kid/Ace with a genderfluid s/o. I understand it can be a bit tough to write so if it is please don't worry about this ask.

Either way, thank you so much for this event! I know it means a lot to me and everyone else as well, so everyone stay safe and happy pride

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤💜💙💚💛🧡❤

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: these are kind of short and I do apologize!! mentally not been at my best but I'm giving it my all <3 I hope I did your ask justice. I just went with whatever came to mind haha!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ details: SFW//Law, Kid & Ace x reader//w.c: 0.7k

Trafalgar Law

Law doesn’t treat you any differently than before he even knew that you were genderfluid, he doesn’t see the point in it. You’re still you to him regardless of gender and identity and that’s why he loves you. It was the person you are that he fell in love with

You don’t need to explain it to him, he knows full well what it is which is always helpful. Coming out can be scary enough and explaining your feelings even harder, making it a relief when there was no explaining needed when you told Law

He’s read about it plenty and will use that to comfort you whenever you feel insecure about your identity, reassuring you that it’s a completely valid identity that has existed for years so he doesn’t want to hear anything about you undermining your identity or anyone else doing that

He’s very on top of using the correct pronouns, sometimes it feels like you don’t even need to tell him and he’ll still have it right. He complains plenty about how easy it is to do whenever anyone gets it wrong

However you like to express your identity you’ll get a nice compliment from him, you can catch onto the certain things that always draw compliments from him and they become some of your favorite things to help express yourself. Especially with how Law can’t seem to take his eyes off you for the whole day

Also his devil fruit is perfect for this, although a bit unsettling at first thought he can switch out any body parts of yours for what you may want

Eustass Kid

Kid has an idea what it is but doesn’t really care to know much about it. Kid couldn’t care less about gender and what defines something as a certain gender. To him none of it matters, rules aren’t something to be followed and that’s the biggest reason he became a pirate

When you first told him you got a harsh “why should I even care?” which was off putting to be honest but you finally caught on it that it wasn’t him being rude or brushing it off. Kid just meant it as in he’d see you no different than the rest of his crew even with your identity

Even though his first reaction may have made you nervous, he's incredibly respectful of you and you being genderfluid, he uses the right pronouns for you and will correct himself without second thought if he has them wrong. He’s not against putting people in their place who misgender you

He understands how certain things such as articles of clothing can help you express how you feel depending on the day, he lends you his clothes whenever you feel more masculine and will help make sure they fit you properly

His makeup skills are very helpful, when he’s getting ready and you want him to do your makeup he’ll dedicate a portion of the morning to doing so. He’s good at more masculine looks but it takes some practice to get more feminine ones down. Sometimes it feels like he has a death grip on your face while trying to do winged eyeliner but it comes out gorgeous 

Portgas Ace

Similarly to everyone previous, Ace is very accepting towards your genderfluid identity. You’re still the person he fell in love with so who’s he to judge you for anything, your a pirate and want to be free so he may as well let you be free

He asks you questions a lot, it’s not necessarily because he doesn’t know much about your identity but more so because he wants to understand your perspective and how you feel. He’ll hold on to those little pieces of information to better help you when you need it

He’s a wonderful support system, he’ll affirm you and your gender whenever it seems like you need it. He’s never been one to be against handing out compliments like candy so you’ll always get one that makes you feel much better about yourself

Ace tags along whenever you go clothes shopping to give advice on the clothes you find, he’ll tell you where to find the best and most comfortable shorts and will look through dresses and give you little opinions. He likes the ones with softer material and almost ends up shopping according to his taste

If you’re ever feeling dysphoric he gives you his hat to wear. At first it was a bit odd of a gesture from Ace, not knowing how this would solve your gender related issues but it became a comforting part of him you could carry around with you. It makes you feel safe without him present to cheer you on

[beautiful-is-boring]

can I request an scenario or headcanons for Chuuya and Dazai who meets (and later falls in love with) a shy S/O who has the ability of Sonic Scream.

when Y/N first meets Chuuya/Dazai, they kabedon (wall corner) (Y/N) (Dazai does it while flattering with (Y/N), and Chuuya does it when (Y/N) accidentally witnesses some Port Mafia business). And it's scares (Y/N) enough that they accidentally uses their Sonic Scream, sending Chuuya/Dazai flying across the room into a wall. (Y/N) then runs away (maybe crying a little) of embarrassment.

This is an amazing request. I hope this is okay♡♡

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BSD Headcanons

Dazai and Chuuya with an s/o who has the ability of the sonic scream.

Warning: mentions of death and double suicide

Part 2 with Kunikida and Akutagawa

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DAZAI OSAMU:

- He already knew what your ability was but he didn't know the extent of it and hadn't seen you use it in person.

- He actually thought you were very cute.

- He has asked you to commit double suicide with him a few times already.

- You like him back too but you are not sure how to confess.

- One day he finally managed to find you in the hallway and pins you to the wall.

- "My my y/n! You look absolutely stunning today! Would you like to commit double suici-

- And since you were caught off guard, you accidentally activated your sonic scream ability.

- and BOOM.

- Before dazai can realize what's happening, he is flying across the room and lands far away from you.

- Cue you yelling an apology and then running off.

- and he's like- "woah that was cool"

- He does eventually find you sulking in one of the rooms and hugs you from behind, letting you know that it was okay and kisses your cheek <3

- ANjdnubgruigfe im blushing now

- Now that he has seen your power, he knows that your ability could be very beneficial in future missions.

- He thinks is AWESOME!

- "Y/n! Can you use your scream and throw me across the road against a wall?"

"Osamu nO-"

- Since screaming too much may affect your throat, he makes sure to nullify your ability if it is getting too much and that you take care of your throat and voice.

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NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

- WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MAN IS SO FINE-

- All he knows that you are an ability user and your power can be used for combat.

- You both have a crush on each other, and its kind of obvious by now but you're both not admitting your feelings for each other.

- So one day you accidentally stumble upon him beating the shit out of a spy and taking information from them, and you didn't exactly hear anything but you weren't supposed to be there and Chuuya saw you.

- He runs after you and pins you to the wall but you were kinda scared at this point so you accidentally activate your sonic scream ability.

- The next second he is thrown away from you and crashes into the wall.

- And that is when he realized how powerful your ability was. He wasn't even able to control his body using his gravity manipulation.

- So when you yell an apology and try to run away, he speed runs towards you, grabs your hand and yells reassures that it was alright and he even says sorry for scaring you.

- and then he blushes a bit and pecks your lips <3 (now im blushing again)

- He is kinda scared of your power.

- Now you are a power duo. He can fly using his ability and throw things and people around, and you can yeet people away with your voice. Both of you cause serious damage.

- "HAHA SEE WHAT MY Y/N CAN DO?! ALL OF YOU LOOK LIKE ANTS BLOWN AWAY BY THE WIND"

- Your voice may become hoarse if you use the sonic scream too much so he forces you to drink water and tells you not to use your ability unless absolutely necessary.

[idy-ll-ique]

Paparazzi.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!

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Same old, boring routine.

Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N… well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.

Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.

Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.

Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.

As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.

It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.

A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.

He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.

When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.

Posted: 15 minutes ago.

His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during… but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, Seb…"

His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum—" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.

He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.

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Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.

his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well

your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! 🥺❤

his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)

your-username: hehe 😈 glad you liked it!

Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.

Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.

Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.

He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.

his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.

your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol

his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?

your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that

his-username: Ohhh

his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian

your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but 😳👀)

his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man 😤😂

your-username: 🤣 im y/n, btw

his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name

your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?

his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre

your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao

his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!

your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day 😏 notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy

his-username: Oopsie?

your-username: 😂😂 I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice

your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics 👀

Sebastian's face heated up.

his-username: kinda yeah 🤷🏻‍♂️😁

your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever 😳

Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That… was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.

his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky

your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!

his-username: Bye! 👋🏻

He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.

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Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the world— Sebastian Stan.

Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.

His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her account— her username memorized by him— and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.

His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.

Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.

Everything was going well.

Until one day.

Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it was— it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.

Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.

Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.

"You okay?"

She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'm— "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uh— I'm— h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.

"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.

"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm… I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"

"Oh, please! Tell me!"

He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latest— She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.

Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friend— scratch that— her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent him…

Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the account— I'm so sorry—" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cry…" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.

"You've read everything, haven't you? I just— I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.

"Huh?"

He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.

"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."

Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.

"Can I kiss you, doll?"

She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.

"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"

"O-Okay."

"Good girl."

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A/N: What a meta experience 🤡 Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!